with Irina, and greatly admired her, and seeing that she lay as though overcome by faintness, he imagined that she had 'une attaque de nerfs,' and therefore deemed it his duty, the duty d'un galant chevalier, to go to her assistance. But his astonishment assumed far greater proportions when, at the first word addressed to her,

she suddenly got up, repulsed his proffered arm, and hurrying out into the street, had in a few instants vanished in the milky vapour of fog, so characteristic of the climate of the Black Forest in the early days of autumn.